Lily, Lily! I am sighing
With despair and hopeless woe.
I am tortured, I am dying,
And my soul has lost its glow,
But my love evoked no pity:
You consider me pathetic.
Keep on laughing: you are pretty
Even when unsympathetic.
Лила, Лила! я страдаю
Безотрадною тоской,
Я томлюсь, я умираю,
Гасну пламенной душой;
Но любовь моя напрасна:
Ты смеешься надо мной.
Смейся, Лила: ты прекрасна
И бесчувственной красой.
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